Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 586

I heard it and tried to answer, but couldn't get a word out.

"Clara." He was still calling me, and I went to the source of the voice by feeling, probably because I wanted to catch it so much that I suddenly had some difficulty breathing.

Dazed, I seemed to open my eyes and saw the dark figure standing next to me, all too familiar.

I reached out to grab it and touched the familiar warmth, but with little strength, I slipped again.

Almost the next second, my hand was suddenly held back and gripped tightly, "Clara, I'm here!"

It was Dennis' voice.

When I heard his voice, the fear and helplessness in my heart dissipated at this moment, and I could not help but feel much more at ease.

I wanted to nod my head, but I didn't have any strength, and slowly my eyelids couldn't be lifted.

"What's going on? Why isn't she awake?" Dennis questioned in my ear, and I could almost imagine him frowning at the doctor.

"She's out of danger, nothing serious, she's just too tired with it now, she'll wake up when she's rested." These were the words of the doctor.

My consciousness was awake, but I just couldn't open my eyes, there was little strength in my body.

I heard footsteps in the room, someone should have left, and after a while, I could feel my hand wrapped and my fingers being held crosswise.

A low voice in my ear, "Clara, you've been sleeping for two days, stop sleeping and wake up!"

I tried to open my mouth, tried to open my eyes, but couldn't do it.

There was something moist on my dry mouth, probably a cotton swab, and after a while I could feel a towel being held to wipe my face, hands, and feet.

Too sleepy to do anything about it, I fell asleep again completely.

I have been having intermittent dreams, and when I opened my eyes again, I was still a little confused when I gradually saw everything around me clearly.

The man lying next to the bed seemed to be asleep, and his long dark hair was a little greasy.

"Dennis!" I spoke, my voice still hoarse, but it was good enough to make a sound.

The words fell, I couldn't help but smile, I'm not dead, I'm still alive and well, it feels good!

The hand was held tightly, he straightened up, his face was extraordinarily gaunt, a lot of whiskers emerged at the chin, I reached out to touch, some prickly.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I just shaved it off for you, how come it's growing again."

He held my hand, a pair of black eyes looked at me closely, half a sound did not speak, seems too happy, eyes with water droplets.

For a long time, only then did he speak, "You're awake!" The voice was choked with sobs and fear.

I nodded my head, the corners of my mouth with a smile, can not help but also have the feeling of life after the robbery.

"It's really good to see you again!" I pulled him, hand clenched tightly.

He got up, held me in his arms, took a glass of water aside and fed me water, his voice hiding the happiness, "You can see me every day from now on!"